Mother and Son
Gitele
Moshele!
(He turns, sees her and cries out, trembling with emotion. They embrace, then he holds her from him, peering into her face with happy eyes and quickly strains her to himself again.)
Moshele
Gitele! My Gitele!
(She frees herself from his arms and casts a nervous glance at the door, right. She gestures with her finger on her lips for him to be very still, then tip-toes to the door, closes it softly, and comes back to him.)
Gitele
Shh!
Moshele (uneasily)
Who is in there?
Gitele
Bobbe is asleep in there.
Moshele
Was she really so seriously ill?
Gitele
Yes, but the danger is past now. Since yesterday she is feeling better again.
Moshele
What was the trouble?
Gitele
Didn’t the doctor tell you? He was to meet you at the train and bring you here.
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